Jun. 27, 2007 - Cooking at Home

 Number One Son is an indifferent cook.  In fact, we call him King Alfred because of his tendency to get distracted and burn things.  If you don't know why, you need to have a homeschool moment with the internet or wikipedia or Henty's The Dragon and the Raven.  However, the desire for homecooking will do remarkable things for your motivation.

Recently, Son decided he really wanted to cook some eggs at home.  Sounds easy for the oldest of seven, huh?  Sure, if you know what a package of eggs looks like in the store!  After much searching, and a hint from Mom that they might not be refrigerated (I was very surprised to find the supermarkets in California didn't refrigerate eggs when we lived there), he finally found them and took them home in delight. 

He found the pan that looked most nearly like a skillet (likely a small wok) and tried to break the egg into it.  Tap.  Tap.  TAP.  BANG!  By the time he realized it was a hard-boiled egg, it was too far gone to eat.  Oh well.  If at first you don't succeed... back to the store!

The next time, he found a different sort of package and took it home to try.  This time, he broke it more carefully and found out these were soft-boiled eggs.  This is where the try, try again comes into play.

Finally, he was at the store again and saw a package that looked like one he'd seen in the fridge at home.  Yes!  Grandfather had bought eggs!  RAW EGGS!  Number One cooked the comfort meal I told you about earlier.  The only thing missing was salt and he was desperately craving salt after being sick.  But there was nothing that looked remotely like salt in the store and the dictionary gave him five different ways to say "salt".

Yesterday, Number One Son said that Grandfather came in with a bottle of olive oil and a little bag of salt.  "I could have hugged him!"

Beating up a hard boiled egg/ egg adventures

salt and olive oil - could have hugged him